Lion Head Mesa if you wanted me dead, you should have just said

Toula. Sayf liked her; she was kind and reminded him of Ramesses. He missed his former master but it was nice to have reminders of him. It was like he was still here in some way. 

Now he stood before his new master, the pharaoh. He dipped his head in greeting, wishing he was in better shape. He was supposed to make the pharaoh's life easier, not give her reasons to worry. 

Master. Thank you. he wondered if he should tell her the truth—that he didn't remember where he had been or how long he had been gone. He didn't want her to think he was unable to serve her. He didn't like how it might make him look. And he'd be fine once he was clean and fed.